Okay guys. It's 7am on a Sunday and I am up because me and my dad want to attempt to get to Krispy Kreme before the crowd gets there. WHAT AM I DOING. I don't even want donuts at this hour, it's just the principle of the matter.

Okay guys. It's 7am on a Sunday and I am up because me and my dad want to attempt to get to Krispy Kreme before the crowd gets there. WHAT AM I DOING. I don't even want donuts at this hour, it's just the principle of the matter.

eat one for me.... make sure it is chocolate glazed... all this donut talk today has me craving sweets... it is 2am here and I have a funny feeling before the sun rises many protein bars will disapear from klyde's cabinet... the coconut-celery soup just is not cutting it tonite I'm afraid.... looks like it may be a sick day tomorrow

WOOOOOO, I GET A PART. I mean, uh, yes, I am specialized in that regard. Sort of, if by specialized in that regard you mean 'has no other talents'. :D *puts on pin-striped suit and fedora for a flashy writer look and takes a polite bow*

In any case, rambling train-of-thought post or not, that's not a bad idea.

No I actually thought writing was your thing based on the fact that you mentioned you were proof-reading something for a friend of yours....

I'm just being a smart ass. I am something of a writer, really, though I haven't yet taken a serious crack at it. Just be warned that I can be quite serious as a solo writer but if I'm stuck in a group with other writers my twisted sense of humor comes out and pretty soon we're going to end up with a game plot something along the lines of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. :D

Speaking of which, anyone who is into comics/graphic novels should really, really read the Transmetropolitan series. It's a cyber-punk series oriented around a journalist based off of H.S.T. Plenty of hilarious stuff and serious stuff mixed together with all sorts of nice little touches like anti-cancer pills for people who want to smoke.

Speaking of comics, The Saga of the Swamp Thing (written by Alan Moore) is awesome. Two words: PSYCHEDELIC POTATO. Which, by the way, sounds like an awesome name for a boneheaded, half-assed doom/stoner metal/neo-psychedelic rock cover band.

In other semi-comic related news, a friend of mine on Facebook is fat with long hair and a huge beard (seriously, the guy should submit his pic to Jam Band Fan or Taliban) and he's also a huge comic nut. So, when I came across a pic of Alan Moore on Wikipedia I did what any good friend would and dropped it into photo bucket, sent him the link, told him that I had run age progression software on a picture of him and that was the result and hoped that he happened to be stoned enough to believe it when he read it.

BTW, science question before alla-y'all get back to your arts 'n crafts:

Are you ever aware of whether or not you can /smell/ in dreams?

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[03:29] <Mesh> I think I've lost the ability to feel a sense of lack, or a sense of longing at lack, and that's preventing certain catalysts from catalysing.[03:30] <Mesh> Actually that's very true in a lot of ways.[03:30] <Mesh> So in lieu of having responses to actual loss, I need to construct something I never had that I can feel emotions towards never having had.[03:30] <Mesh> Right.[03:30] <Mesh> That would be the mental state I was in last year.[03:30] <Mesh> That was useful.

Something I came up with on IRC last night. Seems pretty accurate.

Line 3's the weird one -- I already do that, or have been doing that, without being aware of it. Using sleep deprivation/caffeine/paranoiac mental fuckery/recreational dreaming, I can make myself very emotionally susceptible to things that I wouldn't, under normal circumstances, give a shit about. So now that I'm aware that I'm doing this for a reason I can probably toggle it off intentionally or unintentionally.

It's like those damn ASMR videos. You watch them, you get the ASMR response, whatever, but then you can condition yourself to get an ASMR response at... just looking at a video title, or anticipating the video, or whatever. I heard some dog pulling at a chain, earlier -- heard the cough at collar tautness, not the lead snap itself -- and expected it to be running at me, but it wasn't. Still freaked out. Still a conditioned response. It's dumb. It's tediously dumb.

<Brief shot of Sean Astin strapped to a truck>.

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o/` I do not feel joy o/`o/` I do not dream o/`o/` I only stare at the door and smoke o/`

My mum searched through my garbage when she saw it was heavy. I think she was worried I was throwing away a treasure chest filled with riches and gold. Amazingly, she wasn't searching for drugs. But she's just a borderline-hoarder.

Haps: off work today, first day off in a week, so playing games all freaking day! Working three days rest of week to finish some loose ends, taking all of next week off and then reporting to my new location on 18th, exciting times ahead (I hope).

My mum searched through my garbage when she saw it was heavy. I think she was worried I was throwing away a treasure chest filled with riches and gold. Amazingly, she wasn't searching for drugs. But she's just a borderline-hoarder.

My mother had a tendency to go digging through my trash to see if I threw away any mail with coupons in it whenever she was there. Drove me up a wall, really, as I think basic respect for privacy dictates not digging through someone's trash without asking.